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23 November 2009 @ 11:13 pm
Tabula Rasa- Draft  
Here is something I don't get to do often since I usually full-on delete something I write that I don't like. It's very rare that I get pretty far with a piece of work that I don't like the direction its going in and start from scratch. Usually its not the piece as a whole that I have a problem with, but portions of it. The basic structure stays, but I will tweak the sections I feel are in need of it. "Tabula Rasa" started out quite differently than the finished product you read. For whatever reason, I decided to hold on to that first draft. If any of you are interested in my writing process, maybe this is a small glimpse into it. You have the unique opportunity to see where the idea started and where it ended. All I can say is that I'm glad I bailed on it. I have no clue how I was going to write myself out of this one. lol

Title: A Kiss Can Be Deadlier If You Mean It

Author: evilkat

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi-ish themes, angst. AU-ish if you like. Lyle is not a very nice guy in this.

Original prompt:

Characters/Pairings: Tieria/Lyle!Lockon, Nena/Wang Liu Mei, Kati/Patrick
Prompts/Scenarios: "Replacement for the one I lost", "Secret Hatred", "Honeymoon"
Kinks: Angst, Snark, Defrosting Ice Queen, hate!sex, Dominance/Submission, uniform fetish, Dirty talk, AUs, drunk/alcohol
Squicks: Extreme fluff and that's it really. ;D
Maximum Rating: NC-17

Author’s Notes: For this challenge I picked the scenario “secret hatred” starring Tieria and Lyle.

Lyle couldn’t take it anymore. How much longer was he supposed to suffer in Neil’s shadow? He should have stayed with Kataron. At least there he was his own person, not just a carbon copy of his twin—a replacement. Less than three weeks after joining Celestial Being, he was still getting the surprised looks and would often catch people staring when they thought he wasn’t looking.

But he was looking and he caught every single one of those longing looks and just knew what was going on inside their heads. They all wanted him to be just like his brother and it pissed him off to no end. If he were not as level-headed as he was, he would be way more outwardly hostile towards everyone. How dare they try to impose someone else’s personality upon him. But Lyle was cannier than that. His forte was always his ability to read people and adjust the way he dealt with them. That’s why he was the best undercover agent Kataron had. A soft voice and a winning smile was all it took and it was weeks, sometimes months before his marks ever figured out they had just been played.

Lyle sometimes wondered if Celestial Being dug deep enough into his past to know this about him. If they did and still wanted him anyway, well then, he had to give them a ton of credit. It validated his presence here as a beneficial team member and not just someone to fill an empty cockpit. But that still didn’t change the fact that most of the crew still looked at him like he was either a ghost or a traitor. It made it hard to make friends or pass the time. If only that little, pink-haired girl had taken him up on his offer.

He was walking down the corridor off the main hanger bay heading towards the ready-room to review the stats from his latest sortie, Haro happily flapping beside him to keep up with his long strides, when Tieria found him. Lyle could tell by the scowl and the tense body language that the other Meister was not happy with him.

“We need to talk,” Tieria said blandly.

Lyle nearly rolled his eyes. He really wasn’t in the mood for a lecture right now. “Okay, so talk,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Tieria’s eyes narrowed and glanced around to show his displeasure that they were about to have this conversation in the middle of the corridor, but to his credit, he kept going. “You have failed to show any significant improvement in your skills. I’m going to recommend that you be reassigned.”

“Excuse me?” Lyle said, blue eyes widening in shock.

“You are too much of a liability to remain a Gundam Meister. All tests indicate that you show only a three percent improvement in your overall piloting and marksmanship skills.”

Lyle stared into those unwavering ruddy-brown eyes, not backing down from this obvious challenge. If it’s a fight Tieria wanted, he would give it with no problem. He knew when he was being baited. Taking a deep breath, he calmly replied, “I’ve been a pilot for less than a month. Isn’t it a little unfair of you to toss me aside without giving me the proper chance to show my capabilities?”

Tieria’s back straightened. He seemed mildly surprised that Lyle was fighting him on this. “This is a war in case you hadn’t noticed. We don’t have time to coddle you. We need someone who—“

“Coddle me?” Lyle interrupted, fingers pointed at his chest as he leaned closer to the other Meister’s face. “Hey, I’m not the one who came begging for help in your little crusade. I was doing fine on my own. “

Leaning back to create more room between Lyle and himself, Tieria replied, “I hardly think Setsuna begged you for anything, but by all means, that life is free for you to return to it.” He paused briefly to cock his head to the side with a scornfully appraising look. “Running intel for Kataron, breaking and entering, stealing information…how long do you think you could get away with that until you get caught? And even if you don’t, without us, Kataron’s days are numbered.”

Lyle felt his patience wearing thin. The anger was rising. Not only was he being called incompetent, but the movement he had been a very influential part of long before Celestial Being came knocking and independent of anything his brother ever did, was basically being called a third-rate operation. He wanted to punch Tieria right in his smug face, he really did. Where was this coming from all of a sudden? None of this made any sense. Sure, he had been playfully teasing the other pilot since the beginning, but as recent as yesterday, there was no indication that his performance was in question. There had to be another reason.

Not wanting to continue this any further, Lyle brushed off Tieria’s comments as best he could. “I’m going to talk this over with Sumeragi-san. I want to hear it from her, not you, that I am unfit to pilot my Gundam.”

He turned around to walk away, fully intending to have the last word, but Tieria called after him. “Whose opinion do you think hold more weight with her?”

Lyle stopped and looked over his shoulder. The other man had crossed his arms over his chest and glared back at him like a willful child. “You really want me gone that bad, huh?” he said with a sardonic chuckle. “What did I ever do to you?”

Tieria said nothing in response. His face was as vacant of emotion as ever, but Lyle knew there was something lingering just below the surface. Tieria had something he wanted to say—something he seemed pissed that he had to contain. All he had to do was find the flaw and the indifferent façade would crumble like stale bread…and Lyle was very good at that.

He turned and slowly walked back towards Tieria. The plum-haired man stared him down the entire way and in an instant, the tumblers of Lyle’s mind suddenly clicked into place. Just like all of Lyle’s problems in his life, this one also lead back to his twin brother. It was the only explanation for the abnormally cool reception he always got.

“It’s not me, is it? It’s him.” Lyle said, leaning in close enough to Tieria’s face that their lips nearly brushed. The other man’s eyes widened considerably, flashing in the bright lights of the corridor. It was the most raw and unchecked emotion Lyle had ever seen him display. It was hard to not let a victorious smirk escape.

“Is it hard for you to look at me and not be reminded of him?” Lyle continued. He knew his words and fake inquisitiveness were hitting their marks. “Were the two of you close? I can’t possibly imagine someone like you ever being friendly.”

“Shut up,” Tieria practically snarled and began to back up, clearly wanting out of this situation. But for every step he took, Lyle advanced until he felt the cool of the wall behind him. If Tieria could have dissolved into it, he would have in a heartbeat. When he attempted to turn his body and simply walk away, Lyle slammed his palm into the wall next to his face, his long arm blocking his way.

“I don’t think so,” Lyle said arrogantly. “You started this and you are not leaving until you tell me the truth. “

Tieria made an attempt at pushing his way through, but Lyle was stronger. “Move your arm,” he demanded without looking directly at the other man.

Lyle clicked his tongue and leaned in closer to whisper, “Oh, come now. If you really wanted to get past me, you could. I think you’re quite happy just where you are. Just close your eyes and pretend. I don’t mind a little role playing. So, were you two lovers? No? Did you want to be? “

Tieria snapped his head around so fast that he nearly bashed his head into Lyle’s nose. His eyes were fierce. “You really are a despicable person,” he stated

That made Lyle smile. There was nothing he loved better than shattering other people’s perceptions of him. He supposed that made him the “evil” twin, but considering how everyone in their family had doted on Neil when they were kids made him appreciate what made people individuals. He was so tired of being forced to live up to other people’s expectations based on the fact that his twin was some sort of natural “golden boy.” It only made him want to dig in his heels and do the complete and utter opposite of whatever his twin would do. Granted, that no longer applied given Neil’s untimely death—something Lyle had completely reconciled with yet—but old habits had a tendency to die the hardest and the incident in the hanger bay really set the stage for this moment.

A small sense of victory had come upon him. He had managed to find the right buttons to push to illicit a wondrous emotional response from the steely Tieria Erde. Just how far could he take it? He had managed to score a hit by correctly guessing that there was something between him and his brother. Without putting too much thought into it, Lyle swept down and closed his mouth over the shorter man’s, fully intending to take advantage of the shock factor.

Tieria’s immediate reaction didn’t disappoint. His back stiffened and his lips clamped over his teeth. Lyle thought he had this one in the bag. Tieria would be so horrified to be kissed by another man that the thought of ever comparing him to Neil again should leave him sickened. At least, that was how the scenario in his head was supposed to play out. He was the one in charge here, the alpha male, but why wasn’t Tieria pulling away? The other Meister’s mouth became slack as he relaxed into the kiss, opening his mouth to allow Lyle access.

Lyle jerked his head back, staring uncomprehending at the other man. What just happened?

Tieria ran his tongue over his lips before curling them into a lopsided smirk. “Not what you were expecting, Lyle Dylandy?” He snorted softly when the other man didn’t answer. “Don’t assume that because you look like your brother that I automatically expect you to be the same. Believe me; you are nothing like your brother…in many ways.”

Lyle wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be insulted by that or not.

“Two weeks,” Tieria continued. “I will give you two weeks to improve your skills. If you have not, I will speak to Sumeragi about your dismissal.”

“Is that some kind of threat?” Lyle asked, finding his voice.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.” And with that, Tieria turned and began to walk away. After a few steps, he looked over his shoulder at the bewildered pilot. “Are you coming?”

Lyle’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“I think you want more than just a kiss. Care to show me just how different you are?”

There was no missing the innuendo. That, in and of itself, came as the biggest shock. Tieria actually made a pass at him. Tieria, who seemed about as asexual as they come, whose stare could freeze ice, just propositioned him…for sex and was even coy about it. It made Lyle wonder when exactly he lost control of the situation or if he even had it to begin with.

“And what if you’re misreading the circumstances?” Lyle asked after a brief pause. He was doing his best to not come across as anxious and regain his composure. There was no way he was going to be outdone. Clearly Tieria was trying to goad him by insinuating that there had been a physical relationship with his brother. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but he had no reason to suspect Tieria would lie about something like that. Actually, Lyle wasn’t convinced Tieria could lie. It was like the other man was programmed to the most brutally honest person he ever met. So what could the other man possibly gain by seducing him?

Tieria turned to face him once again. “Then you’ll go one way and I’ll go the other,” he answered with a casual shrug of his shoulders as if they were conversing about something as inconsequential as mobile suit maintenance.

“So, then what you’re saying is that you want me to come with you?”

Pushing his glasses up on his nose, Tieria’s lips slowly curved into a grin. “I think we both do.”

In one swift motion, Lyle yanked his gun from the holster at the small of his back and had the barrel jammed up under the other man’s chin, closing the short distance between them in a flash. “I don’t appreciate you fucking with me as some sort of retaliation.”

Tieria’s eyes flickered momentarily to the hand holding the gun and then back up to the infuriated blue-green eyes. His grin had not so much as slipped. “Your brother thought the same thing the first time I paid him an afterhours visit. Looks like you need to be convinced as well.”

“Convinced of what?” Lyle inquired, adding a bit more pressure to the weapon. A low gasp escaped the other man’s lips indicating that he was feeling some discomfort.

.........Le sigh, it had so much promise. I don't know where it went wrong, but I suddenly hit a wall of "where am I going with this?" Yes, the answer was hot smexing, but I was getting dangerously OOC with Tieria and I just couldn't recover. Ah, well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Current Mood: amusedamused
pfmoi on November 25th, 2009 04:16 pm (UTC)
Too bad. I like this take on Tieria, though. I totally think this could be salvaged, but is not my storeh. XD
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on November 26th, 2009 03:47 am (UTC)
Ya know, I agree with you. Now that I've had some time away from it, I realize its not that bad...it just didn't necessarily fit into the request I was attempting to fulfill. Maybe I'll work on it some if I ever find the time to. *throws it on the pile with the rest of the unfinished works*
rookafrk on November 26th, 2009 08:56 pm (UTC)
well, well, well...
I'm glad I came accross this tonight! I did really love how you managed to switch the balance of power between these two ones.
What can I say? I get your point about OOC-ness coz taht's my personal main problem, but you're really good at staying in-character in general.
As for this ficlet, somehow, it doesn't strike as completely OOC. I mean, we know so little about Tieria in the end that I can accept what you offered here. He can have his secret garden after all... The only part that convinces me less, is the "I had to convince Neil too", but only if I decide to be overly picky.
And I learnt a new word thanks to you !
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on November 27th, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)
And what word was that?

Yeah, I've changed my mind a bit about this one. I think part of the reason I bailed on this idea was because I had never written Tieria as a main character before and I just couldn't get a handle on him. I am happy with the gender-bending idea for the finished product, but this one had that raw, slightly violent direction I hadn't written in a while. I like it. Maybe I should try and see if I can finish it.